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I'm runnin' the maps\nI run it like laps, they runnin' in last\nI might overlap and won't double back 'cause my past is my past\nThey all from my path and part on my back\nShe wanted a bag, wanted some Raf\nMines came with a name, hers came with some change\nWe want the same thing, let's not get offtrack (yeah, uh, uh)\n\nBack up in that bitch skatin' (skatin')\nMy wrist alone is the Ritz, I'm sayin' (bling)\nSuper Saiyan blonde, her lacefront on (uh)\nMakeup, don't make me wait too long (yeah)\nFlippin' rates of that Grey Poupon\nI play you food for all\nMy bitch watch VH-1, first 60 days, RuPaul\nShe been around Tyler way too long\n\nUm\nIt's young T and he be that boy\nI talk death but I don't like guns\nI talk love, but I don't got none\nThey talk charts but they don't got one\nYou got a stage then it's one-point-one for one hour\nNiggas came second to me they so sour\nHad a slow climb that's why they all doubt 'em\nAnd still came out on top now that's power (uh)\n\nFuck they respect I won't miss a step I won't intercept\nThe tip of my tongue I still got my soul and still got the check like\nBling bling, bitch, I feel like Juvie\nRaw as fuck, bitch, I feel like sushi\nWatch Blank Face and feel like Groovy\nNeck lookin' like a thot in labor\n\nBut it's goin' up like it's an escalator\nBoys goin' down like Titanic sailor\nYachty here and him from Decatur\nFlacko freer than a Costco plate of them samples. nigga\nI'm ample, huh\nWhen that suit come on, I throw a tantrum (hoo)\nThat's Igor Igor, he a hot potato\nY'all small fries for example nigga, um\n\nDon't run with the ride-a-long nigga\nNigga I'm a catalog, I'm a human Adderall\nLittle ass bitch, nah, you ain't in my category\nUnicorn rare better put a saddle on, nigga\nY'all rappity-rap, y'all critically 'claimed they gassin' you up\nI went to your show and took little nap (trash)\nThat's why we not in the same bracket of tax\nI'm that nigga, bitch\n\nI did it all with the passion I'm a god in this fashion\nNiggas tryna fit in with their arms in the jacket (ugh)\nHad to pull myself together like it's all elastic\nGot the heart of a dragon I'm a star, call me Patrick\nHeard the bitch was talkin' shit so I caught him in traffic\nI'm the type to walk in your house and shit on your mattress\n(Slow down, you're spitting everywhere), ugh\n\nI'm good, you could take it all away (yeah)\nI'm God, you follow me 'cause I know the way (God)\nI'm in Philly and we all fly (huh)\nIf we don't got the whip we do the walk-by (yee)\nOn your new picture we archive (ugh)\nIf we cross paths leave you cross-eyed\nHad to slap a bitch chose the wrong side (ooh)\nMob ties bitch you get hog-tied you chose the wrong side\n\nMrs. Whack I love your flow nobody rhymin' like that\nHad to clean out my trunk to put your mom in the back\nThe cops pulled me over they don't know your mom in the back\nBig Whack makin' niggas take herbal and naps\nThese hoes can't rap they need a permanent pack\nI ain't fuckin' with 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ayy\n[00:12.68]I'm in his bitch like, ayy\n[00:16.89]I'ma need a minute before I walk in, ayy\n[00:18.54]I'ma need me a bitch before it turn ten, uh\n[00:20.30]I'ma need me a front and backend all cash stacked in\n[00:23.31]Ridin' around town and I'm downtown\n[00:25.49]Big boy gat I don't back down\n[00:27.21]Talkin' big shit, I got a sack now\n[00:28.82]Fuckin' bad bitches, I'll blow a bitch back now (fuck)\n[00:31.10]Woah\n[00:32.24]I'm in this bitch like, ayy, damn\n[00:34.85]I'm in this bitch like, ayy\n[00:37.10]I'm in this bitch like, ayy (Lil Boat)\n[00:39.72]I'm in this bitch like, ayy\n[00:41.52]I'm in his bitch like, ayy (uh, I'm in his bitch)\n[00:46.15]Back to the bando\n[00:47.22]I Tokyo Drift like the sample\n[00:49.26]When shit wasn't sweet and so simple\n[00:51.00]When it was just churches and candles\n[00:53.29]We ain't have no Turks and no Caicos (nah)\n[00:55.65]No fresh pedicure for the sandals (nah)\n[00:57.28]We learned how to pedal, no handles\n[00:58.89]Back when we traveled, we trapped and we peddled right front of the Santos (uh)\n[01:02.15]Like who wanna match? I'm runnin' the maps\n[01:04.44]I run it like laps, they runnin' in last\n[01:06.54]I might overlap and won't double back 'cause my past is my past\n[01:09.54]They all from my path and part on my back\n[01:11.34]She wanted a bag, wanted some Raf\n[01:13.08]Mines came with a name, hers came with some change\n[01:15.14]We want the same thing, let's not get offtrack (yeah, uh, uh)\n[01:17.22]Back up in that bitch skatin' (skatin')\n[01:18.97]My wrist alone is the Ritz, I'm sayin' (bling)\n[01:20.62]Super Saiyan blonde, her lacefront on (uh)\n[01:22.82]Makeup, don't make me wait too long (yeah)\n[01:24.54]Flippin' rates of that Grey Poupon\n[01:26.26]I play you food for all\n[01:27.67]My bitch watch VH-1, first 60 days, RuPaul\n[01:30.49]She been around Tyler way too long\n[01:32.38]Um\n[01:33.62]It's young T and he be that boy\n[01:35.12]I talk death but I don't like guns\n[01:36.78]I talk love, but I don't got none\n[01:38.28]They talk charts but they don't got one\n[01:39.90]You got a stage then it's one-point-one for one hour\n[01:42.10]Niggas came second to me they so sour\n[01:44.26]Had a slow climb that's why they all doubt 'em\n[01:46.03]And still came out on top now that's power (uh)\n[01:48.66]Fuck they respect I won't miss a step I won't intercept\n[01:51.52]The tip of my tongue I still got my soul and still got the check like\n[01:54.95]Bling bling, bitch, I feel like Juvie\n[01:57.05]Raw as fuck, bitch, I feel like sushi\n[01:58.98]Watch Blank Face and feel like Groovy\n[02:00.87]Neck lookin' like a thot in labor\n[02:02.76]But it's goin' up like it's an escalator\n[02:04.57]Boys goin' down like Titanic sailor\n[02:06.66]Yachty here and him from Decatur\n[02:08.42]Flacko freer than a Costco plate of them samples. nigga\n[02:11.21]I'm ample, huh\n[02:12.85]When that suit come on, I throw a tantrum (hoo)\n[02:14.24]That's Igor Igor, he a hot potato\n[02:15.99]Y'all small fries for example nigga, um\n[02:18.75]Don't run with the ride-a-long nigga\n[02:20.39]Nigga I'm a catalog, I'm a human Adderall\n[02:21.82]Little ass bitch, nah, you ain't in my category\n[02:24.29]Unicorn rare better put a saddle on, nigga\n[02:26.13]Y'all rappity-rap, y'all critically 'claimed they gassin' you up\n[02:30.18]I went to your show and took little nap (trash)\n[02:32.05]That's why we not in the same bracket of tax\n[02:34.03]I'm that nigga, bitch\n[02:35.57]I did it all with the passion I'm a god in this fashion\n[02:37.57]Niggas tryna fit in with their arms in the jacket (ugh)\n[02:39.75]Had to pull myself together like it's all elastic\n[02:41.56]Got the heart of a dragon I'm a star, call me Patrick\n[02:43.26]Heard the bitch was talkin' shit so I caught him in traffic\n[02:45.25]I'm the type to walk in your house and shit on your mattress\n[02:47.16](Slow down, you're spitting everywhere), ugh\n[02:49.12]I'm good, you could take it all away (yeah)\n[02:51.39]I'm God, you follow me 'cause I know the way (God)\n[02:53.03]I'm in Philly and we all fly (huh)\n[02:54.65]If we don't got the whip we do the walk-by (yee)\n[02:56.44]On your new picture we archive (ugh)\n[02:58.78]If we cross paths leave you cross-eyed\n[03:00.23]Had to slap a bitch chose the wrong side (ooh)\n[03:02.12]Mob ties bitch you get hog-tied you chose the wrong side\n[03:04.74]Mrs. Whack I love your flow nobody rhymin' like that\n[03:06.60]Had to clean out my trunk to put your mom in the back\n[03:08.68]The cops pulled me over they don't know your mom in the back\n[03:10.57]Big Whack makin' niggas take herbal and naps\n[03:12.42]These hoes can't rap they need a permanent pack\n[03:14.33]I ain't fuckin' with you boys need the cervical cap\n[03:16.12]Okay I'm bored\n[03:17.31]Okay I'm tired\n[03:18.29]Sleepy huh\n[03:20.61]Yeah I don't wanna be like nobody else (else)\n[03:22.63]Lookin' so good I might ride myself (self)\n[03:24.57]Realize I gotta hide the wealth (wealth)\n[03:26.35]Told bro it's okay to be rich and stealth (yee)\n[03:28.42]22 I might go fuck a MILF (MILF)\n[03:30.32]My two assistants both white as milk (milk)\n[03:31.88]Maybach inside came soft as silk (silk)\n[03:34.09]Put a bitch on the molly now she tilt\n[03:35.90]This bitch been killed built like a crushed can\n[03:37.53]Makin' rap friends more sketch than a white van\n[03:39.56]Billionaire Boat, more freedom than a white man\n[03:41.26]Fuckin' on a bitch and she sound like a hype man\n[03:43.39]Lookin' for a fly nigga I'm what you type in (go)\n[03:45.52]Been counted out since I could count (yes)\n[03:47.48]Got a public and a private account (yes)\n[03:49.38]For my bank and not my Insta', bitch\n[03:51.46]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: T.D (feat. 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respect I won't miss a step I won't intercept\nThe tip of my tongue I still got my soul and still got the check like\nBling bling, bitch, I feel like Juvie\nRaw as fuck, bitch, I feel like sushi\nWatch Blank Face and feel like Groovy\nNeck lookin' like a thot in labor\n\nBut it's goin' up like it's an escalator\nBoys goin' down like Titanic sailor\nYachty here and him from Decatur\nFlacko freer than a Costco plate of them samples. nigga\nI'm ample, huh\nWhen that suit come on, I throw a tantrum (hoo)\nThat's Igor Igor, he a hot potato\nY'all small fries for example nigga, um\n\nDon't run with the ride-a-long nigga\nNigga I'm a catalog, I'm a human Adderall\nLittle ass bitch, nah, you ain't in my category\nUnicorn rare better put a saddle on, nigga\nY'all rappity-rap, y'all critically 'claimed they gassin' you up\nI went to your show and took little nap (trash)\nThat's why we not in the same bracket of tax\nI'm that nigga, bitch\n\nI did it all with the passion I'm a god in this 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ayy\n[00:12.69] I'm in his bitch like, ayy\n[00:16.85] I'ma need a minute before I walk in, ayy\n[00:18.52] I'ma need me a bitch before it turn ten, uh\n[00:20.31] I'ma need me a front and backend all cash stacked in\n[00:23.32] Ridin' around town and I'm downtown\n[00:25.49] Big boy gat I don't back down\n[00:27.27] Talkin' big shit, I got a sack now\n[00:28.85] Fuckin' bad bitches, I'll blow a bitch back now (fuck)\n[00:31.14] Woah\n[00:32.22] I'm in this bitch like, ayy, damn\n[00:34.85] I'm in this bitch like, ayy\n[00:37.10] I'm in this bitch like, ayy (Lil Boat)\n[00:39.78] I'm in this bitch like, ayy\n[00:41.56] I'm in his bitch like, ayy (uh, I'm in his bitch)\n[00:46.18] Back to the bando\n[00:47.24] I Tokyo Drift like the sample\n[00:49.28] When shit wasn't sweet and so simple\n[00:51.02] When it was just churches and candles\n[00:53.25] We ain't have no Turks and no Caicos (nah)\n[00:55.66] No fresh pedicure for the sandals (nah)\n[00:57.21] We learned how to pedal, no 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I'm runnin' the maps \nI run it like laps, they runnin' in last \nI might overlap and won't double back 'cause my past is my past \nThey all from my path and part on my back \nShe wanted a bag, wanted some Raf \nMines came with a name, hers came with some change \nWe want the same thing, let's not get offtrack (yeah, uh, uh) \nBack up in that bitch skatin' (skatin') \nMy wrist alone is the Ritz, I'm sayin' (bling) \nSuper Saiyan blonde, her lacefront on (uh) \nMakeup, don't make me wait too long (yeah) \nFlippin' rates of that Grey Poupon \nI play you food for all \nMy bitch watch VH-1, first 60 days, RuPaul \nShe been around Tyler way too long \nUm \nIt's young T and he be that boy \nI talk death but I don't like guns \nI talk love, but I don't got none \nThey talk charts but they don't got one \nYou got a stage then it's one-point-one for one hour \nNiggas came second to me they so sour \nHad a slow climb that's why they all doubt 'em \nAnd still came out on top now that's power (uh) \nFuck they respect I won't miss a step I won't intercept \nThe tip of my tongue I still got my soul and still got the check like \nBling bling, bitch, I feel like Juvie \nRaw as fuck, bitch, I feel like sushi \nWatch Blank Face and feel like Groovy \nNeck lookin' like a thot in labor \nBut it's goin' up like it's an escalator \nBoys goin' down like Titanic sailor \nYachty here and him from Decatur \nFlacko freer than a Costco plate of them samples. nigga \nI'm ample, huh \nWhen that suit come on, I throw a tantrum (hoo) \nThat's Igor Igor, he a hot potato \nY'all small fries for example nigga, um \nDon't run with the ride-a-long nigga \nNigga I'm a catalog, I'm a human Adderall \nLittle ass bitch, nah, you ain't in my category \nUnicorn rare better put a saddle on, nigga \nY'all rappity-rap, y'all critically 'claimed they gassin' you up \nI went to your show and took little nap (trash) \nThat's why we not in the same bracket of tax \nI'm that nigga, bitch \nI did it all with the passion I'm a god in this fashion \nNiggas tryna fit in with their arms in the jacket (ugh) \nHad to pull myself together like it's all elastic \nGot the heart of a dragon I'm a star, call me Patrick \nHeard the bitch was talkin' shit so I caught him in traffic \nI'm the type to walk in your house and shit on your mattress \n(Slow down, you're spitting everywhere), ugh \nI'm good, you could take it all away (yeah) \nI'm God, you follow me 'cause I know the way (God) \nI'm in Philly and we all fly (huh) \nIf we don't got the whip we do the walk-by (yee) \nOn your new picture we archive (ugh) \nIf we cross paths leave you cross-eyed \nHad to slap a bitch chose the wrong side (ooh) \nMob ties bitch you get hog-tied you chose the wrong side \nMrs. Whack I love your flow nobody rhymin' like that \nHad to clean out my trunk to put your mom in the back \nThe cops pulled me over they don't know your mom in the back \nBig Whack makin' niggas take herbal and naps \nThese hoes can't rap they need a permanent pack \nI ain't fuckin' with you boys need the cervical cap \nOkay I'm bored \nOkay I'm tired \nSleepy huh \nYeah I don't wanna be like nobody else (else) \nLookin' so good I might ride myself (self) \nRealize I gotta hide the wealth (wealth) \nTold bro it's okay to be rich and stealth (yee) \n22 I might go fuck a MILF (MILF) \nMy two assistants both white as milk (milk) \nMaybach inside came soft as silk (silk) \nPut a bitch on the molly now she tilt \nThis bitch been killed built like a crushed can \nMakin' rap friends more sketch than a white van \nBillionaire Boat, more freedom than a white man \nFuckin' on a bitch and she sound like a hype man \nLookin' for a fly nigga I'm what you type in (go) \nBeen counted out since I could count (yes) \nGot a public and a private account (yes) \nFor my bank and not my Insta', bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.08]Woah\n[00:04.47]I'm in this bitch like ayy, damn\n[00:06.37]I'm in this bitch like ayy \n[00:09.32]I'm in this bitch like ayy 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I'ma need me a front and backend all cash stacked in\n  Ridin' around town and I'm downtown\n  Big boy gat I don't back down\n  Talkin' big shit, I got a sack now\n  Fuckin' bad bitches, I'll blow a bitch back now (fuck)\n\n  Woah\n  I'm in this bitch like, ayy, damn\n  I'm in this bitch like, ayy\n  I'm in this bitch like, ayy (Lil Boat)\n  I'm in this bitch like, ayy\n  I'm in his bitch like, ayy (uh, I'm in his bitch)\n\n  Back to the bando\n  I Tokyo Drift like the sample\n  When shit wasn't sweet and so simple\n  When it was just churches and candles\n  We ain't have no Turks and no Caicos (nah)\n  No fresh pedicure for the sandals (nah)\n  We learned how to pedal, no handles\n  Back when we traveled, we trapped and we peddled right front of the Santos (uh)\n\n  Like who wanna match? 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I'm runnin' the maps\nI run it like laps, they runnin' in last\nI might overlap and won't double back 'cause my past is my past\nThey all from my path and part on my back\nShe wanted a bag, wanted some Raf\nMines came with a name, hers came with some change\nWe want the same thing, let's not get offtrack (Yeah, uh, uh)\n\nBack up in that b-- skatin' (Skatin')\nMy wrist alone is the Ritz, I'm sayin' (Bling)\nSuper Saiyan blonde, her lacefront on (Uh)\nNigga, don't make me wait too long (Yeah)\nFlippin' rates of that Grey Poupon\nI play you food for all\nMy b-- watch VH-1, first sixty days, RuPaul\nShe been around Tyler way too long\n\nUm\nIt's young T and he be that boy\nI talk death, but I don't like g--\nI talk love, but I don't got none\nThey talk charts, but they don't got one\nYou got a stage, then it's one-point-one for one hour\nN----s came second to me, they so sour\nHad a slow climb, that's why they all doubt 'em\nAnd still came out on top, now that's power (Uh)\n\nF-- they 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I'ma need me a front and backend all cash stacked in\n  Ridin' around town and I'm downtown\n  Big boy gat I don't back down\n  Talkin' big shit, I got a sack now\n  Fuckin' bad bitches, I'll blow a bitch back now (fuck)\n\n  Woah\n  I'm in this bitch like, ayy, damn\n  I'm in this bitch like, ayy\n  I'm in this bitch like, ayy (Lil Boat)\n  I'm in this bitch like, ayy\n  I'm in his bitch like, ayy (uh, I'm in his bitch)\n\n  Back to the bando\n  I Tokyo Drift like the sample\n  When shit wasn't sweet and so simple\n  When it was just churches and candles\n  We ain't have no Turks and no Caicos (nah)\n  No fresh pedicure for the sandals (nah)\n  We learned how to pedal, no handles\n  Back when we traveled, we trapped and we peddled right front of the Santos (uh)\n\n  Like who wanna match? 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cap\n  start_ms: 194330\n  end_ms: 196120\n- text: Okay I'm bored\n  start_ms: 196120\n  end_ms: 197310\n- text: Okay I'm tired\n  start_ms: 197310\n  end_ms: 198290\n- text: Sleepy huh\n  start_ms: 198290\n  end_ms: 200610\n- text: Yeah I don't wanna be like nobody else (else)\n  start_ms: 200610\n  end_ms: 202630\n- text: Lookin' so good I might ride myself (self)\n  start_ms: 202630\n  end_ms: 204570\n- text: Realize I gotta hide the wealth (wealth)\n  start_ms: 204570\n  end_ms: 206350\n- text: Told bro it's okay to be rich and stealth (yee)\n  start_ms: 206350\n  end_ms: 208420\n- text: 22 I might go fuck a MILF (MILF)\n  start_ms: 208420\n  end_ms: 210320\n- text: My two assistants both white as milk (milk)\n  start_ms: 210320\n  end_ms: 211880\n- text: Maybach inside came soft as silk (silk)\n  start_ms: 211880\n  end_ms: 214090\n- text: Put a bitch on the molly now she tilt\n  start_ms: 214090\n  end_ms: 215900\n- text: This bitch been killed built like a crushed can\n  start_ms: 215900\n  end_ms: 217530\n- text: Makin' rap friends more sketch than a white van\n  start_ms: 217530\n  end_ms: 219560\n- text: Billionaire Boat, more freedom than a white man\n  start_ms: 219560\n  end_ms: 221260\n- text: Fuckin' on a bitch and she sound like a hype man\n  start_ms: 221260\n  end_ms: 223390\n- text: Lookin' for a fly nigga I'm what you type in (go)\n  start_ms: 223390\n  end_ms: 225520\n- text: Been counted out since I could count (yes)\n  start_ms: 225520\n  end_ms: 227480\n- text: Got a public and a private account (yes)\n  start_ms: 227480\n  end_ms: 229380\n- text: For my bank and not my Insta', bitch\n  start_ms: 229380\n  end_ms: 231460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 231460\nplain: |-\n  Woah\n  I'm in this bitch like, ayy, damn\n  I'm in this bitch like, ayy\n  I'm in this bitch like, ayy (Lil Boat)\n  I'm in this bitch like, ayy\n  I'm in his bitch like, ayy\n\n  I'ma need a minute before I walk in, ayy\n  I'ma need me a bitch before it turn ten, uh\n  I'ma need me a front and backend all cash stacked in\n  Ridin' around town and I'm downtown\n  Big boy gat I don't back down\n  Talkin' big shit, I got a sack now\n  Fuckin' bad bitches, I'll blow a bitch back now (fuck)\n\n  Woah\n  I'm in this bitch like, ayy, damn\n  I'm in this bitch like, ayy\n  I'm in this bitch like, ayy (Lil Boat)\n  I'm in this bitch like, ayy\n  I'm in his bitch like, ayy (uh, I'm in his bitch)\n\n  Back to the bando\n  I Tokyo Drift like the sample\n  When shit wasn't sweet and so simple\n  When it was just churches and candles\n  We ain't have no Turks and no Caicos (nah)\n  No fresh pedicure for the sandals (nah)\n  We learned how to pedal, no handles\n  Back when we traveled, we trapped and we peddled right front of the Santos (uh)\n\n  Like who wanna match? I'm runnin' the maps\n  I run it like laps, they runnin' in last\n  I might overlap and won't double back 'cause my past is my past\n  They all from my path and part on my back\n  She wanted a bag, wanted some Raf\n  Mines came with a name, hers came with some change\n  We want the same thing, let's not get offtrack (yeah, uh, uh)\n\n  Back up in that bitch skatin' (skatin')\n  My wrist alone is the Ritz, I'm sayin' (bling)\n  Super Saiyan blonde, her lacefront on (uh)\n  Makeup, don't make me wait too long (yeah)\n  Flippin' rates of that Grey Poupon\n  I play you food for all\n  My bitch watch VH-1, first 60 days, RuPaul\n  She been around Tyler way too long\n\n  Um\n  It's young T and he be that boy\n  I talk death but I don't like guns\n  I talk love, but I don't got none\n  They talk charts but they don't got one\n  You got a stage then it's one-point-one for one hour\n  Niggas came second to me they so sour\n  Had a slow climb that's why they all doubt 'em\n  And still came out on top now that's power (uh)\n\n  Fuck they respect I won't miss a step I won't intercept\n  The tip of my tongue I still got my soul and still got the check like\n  Bling bling, bitch, I feel like Juvie\n  Raw as fuck, bitch, I feel like sushi\n  Watch Blank Face and feel like Groovy\n  Neck lookin' like a thot in labor\n\n  But it's goin' up like it's an escalator\n  Boys goin' down like Titanic sailor\n  Yachty here and him from Decatur\n  Flacko freer than a Costco plate of them samples. nigga\n  I'm ample, huh\n  When that suit come on, I throw a tantrum (hoo)\n  That's Igor Igor, he a hot potato\n  Y'all small fries for example nigga, um\n\n  Don't run with the ride-a-long nigga\n  Nigga I'm a catalog, I'm a human Adderall\n  Little ass bitch, nah, you ain't in my category\n  Unicorn rare better put a saddle on, nigga\n  Y'all rappity-rap, y'all critically 'claimed they gassin' you up\n  I went to your show and took little nap (trash)\n  That's why we not in the same bracket of tax\n  I'm that nigga, bitch\n\n  I did it all with the passion I'm a god in this fashion\n  Niggas tryna fit in with their arms in the jacket (ugh)\n  Had to pull myself together like it's all elastic\n  Got the heart of a dragon I'm a star, call me Patrick\n  Heard the bitch was talkin' shit so I caught him in traffic\n  I'm the type to walk in your house and shit on your mattress\n  (Slow down, you're spitting everywhere), ugh\n\n  I'm good, you could take it all away (yeah)\n  I'm God, you follow me 'cause I know the way (God)\n  I'm in Philly and we all fly (huh)\n  If we don't got the whip we do the walk-by (yee)\n  On your new picture we archive (ugh)\n  If we cross paths leave you cross-eyed\n  Had to slap a bitch chose the wrong side (ooh)\n  Mob ties bitch you get hog-tied you chose the wrong side\n\n  Mrs. Whack I love your flow nobody rhymin' like that\n  Had to clean out my trunk to put your mom in the back\n  The cops pulled me over they don't know your mom in the back\n  Big Whack makin' niggas take herbal and naps\n  These hoes can't rap they need a permanent pack\n  I ain't fuckin' with you boys need the cervical cap\n  Okay I'm bored\n  Okay I'm tired\n  Sleepy huh\n\n  Yeah I don't wanna be like nobody else (else)\n  Lookin' so good I might ride myself (self)\n  Realize I gotta hide the wealth (wealth)\n  Told bro it's okay to be rich and stealth (yee)\n  22 I might go fuck a MILF (MILF)\n  My two assistants both white as milk (milk)\n  Maybach inside came soft as silk (silk)\n  Put a bitch on the molly now she tilt\n\n  This bitch been killed built like a crushed can\n  Makin' rap friends more sketch than a white van\n  Billionaire Boat, more freedom than a white man\n  Fuckin' on a bitch and she sound like a hype man\n  Lookin' for a fly nigga I'm what you type in (go)\n  Been counted out since I could count (yes)\n  Got a public and a private account (yes)\n  For my bank and not my Insta', bitch\n"}]